Una delle deliziose illustrazioni di Inga Moore per l’edizione EL del Vento nei salici. Nessun motivo particolare per postarla.
"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
Una delle deliziose illustrazioni di Inga Moore per l’edizione EL del Vento nei salici. Nessun motivo particolare per postarla.

Alejandra Pizarnik (1936–1972) was an Argentine poet, translator, and writer of Russian Jewish descent, and one of the most intense and influential voices of mid‑20th‑century Latin America. Born Flora Alejandra in Buenos Aires, she studied philosophy and literature but left academia to devote herself to

Gaston Bachelard‘s Poetics of Space is the book that gives this week its title, and its central claim, that the house is our first universe, a cosmos before we know the word, is seductive enough that it’s worth resisting for a moment. You know the

Rilke wasn’t chosen at random for this slot, last week, and neither is today’s Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva, though I’ll admit I didn’t plan the connection until I went looking for her and found it waiting there already. In the spring of 1926, Tsvetaeva, Rilke, and

Alejandra Pizarnik (1936–1972) was an Argentine poet, translator, and writer of Russian Jewish descent, and one of the most intense and influential voices of mid‑20th‑century Latin America. Born Flora Alejandra in Buenos Aires, she studied philosophy and literature but left academia to devote herself to

Gaston Bachelard‘s Poetics of Space is the book that gives this week its title, and its central claim, that the house is our first universe, a cosmos before we know the word, is seductive enough that it’s worth resisting for a moment. You know the

Rilke wasn’t chosen at random for this slot, last week, and neither is today’s Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva, though I’ll admit I didn’t plan the connection until I went looking for her and found it waiting there already. In the spring of 1926, Tsvetaeva, Rilke, and
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